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Boy - Waitress

They walk in and sit down,

The fair mood of the day.

They read books over tea,

They give tips when they pay.

Butter and bread, diet Coke and cake,

She takes notes, she makes no mistake.

Well daylight is fadin'

When the trader is trading

While the jukebox is playin'

The lovers are datin',

The waitress is waitin'...

For a thing to explode,

For a light to go on,

For some sign to show

Her time has yet to come.

She's countin' the days

Until real life arrives.

She's countin': two three four five

And every minute feels

Just like the one before

No surprise, no twist

She wants so much more

Well daylight is fadin'

When the trader is trading

While players are playin'

And lovers are datin',

The waitress is waitin'...

For a thing to explode,

For a light to go on,

For some sign to show

Her best has yet to come.

She's countin' the days

Until real life arrives.

She's countin': two three four five

When will that thing explode

When will that light go on

Just to assure her she's not long.

She's countin' the days

Until real life arrives.

She's countin', from nine to five

She's countin': two three four five.